Reaper

The narrow crypt stank of damp rot and long-dead things. Cobwebs clung like shrouds to the low, stone ceiling. Flickering lanternlight spilled from the fighter’s raised hand, casting their hunched shadows across the sarcophagus-lined walls...

“The Oath” The hall was silent, save for the whisper of the wind against the stained glass high above. A cold light filtered through, pallid as mourning silk. Stone walls bore no banners. The old ones had been taken down after the fall. The knight knelt,...